Learning to fly

Change is strange. Whether you’re the one making it happen or it’s happening without your permission, bits of it are chaotic, unpredictable, weird.

In response, you may occasionally find yourself belting out 80s classics at the top of your voice one minute (“I bless the rains down in Aaaa-FRICA!”), cleaning the house furiously the next, and the one after that telling irrelevant stories to a collection of your brother in law’s unsuspecting friends who are innocently visiting from Italy (and possibly now regretting it).

Change is weird.

Because it’s not just about tolerating different circumstances. It’s about changing your identity… becoming someone who can untie themselves from old addictions and expectations and thrive in a brave new world.

When a caterpillar goes into a cocoon, it literally turns into soup before nature rearranges it into a butterfly. Change is messy. Feeling like you’re starting from the beginning again is hard.

But it’s also transformative. A voyage of discovery. A way of learning to fly.

The only way that we can live, is if we grow. The only way that we can grow is if we change. The only way that we can change is if we learn. The only way we can learn is if we are exposed. And the only way that we can become exposed is if we throw ourselves out into the open.

Do it. Throw yourself.

C. Joybell C.
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2 Comments Add yours

  1. Mrs S Ellison says:

    I have just subscribed to your blog. The amazing gentleman that I met in UPW told me about your blog. He told me to read your blog for at least a week
    I was in the disabled toilets and forgot to lock the door. I was taking cocaine. He opened the door, saw what I was doing and threw my supply in the toilet and flushed it. For a long time he went ballistic at me and told me i am wasting my time at UPW and told me that my children will see me dead on the floor with cocaine next to me. He has saved my marriage and my life with my kids. I love that man.
    I have not touched it since and never will. I love my kids. He was outside of Mr Robbins, the most powerful person at UPW. There is an aura and fire in him that very few people could possibly have.

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    1. Shâo says:

      I admire your humility in telling this story, Mrs Ellison. And I’m glad you and your family have each other back. Yes, the man with the fire in him is a very special person. If he moved you it’s because you have that fire in you too.

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